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Summary:
When Rosalie Marcum moves to Seattle she vows to make a new start, to take control and make some changes. Her first brave adventure doesn't quite go as planned, but is certain to change her world forever. "I've not had any woman look at me the way you do," he whispers, voice husky. "I think you've been walking around with your eyes closed Jake," I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him, full of scepticism. His cheeky smile makes a timely appearance. "Oh, yeah, well, there's plenty of that." Modest as always. I'm just about to roll my eyes when his face turns serious again, stopping me in my tracks. "I mean, I've never had anyone look at me like they really..." He pauses, worrying his lip, "Like they really love me. Only me." Oh.


Notes:
Jacob/OC pairing with the inclusion of several other characters from the Twilight series.


6. Chapter Six

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I wake to the heavy clunk of a door. Opening my eyes, the room is black as pitch, the only light falling in slits upon the bed covers through the window blinds. I turn awkwardly onto my side, wincing at the pain in my elbow and strain for the clock. Three am. Has he really been gone that long?

"Jacob?" I call out into the darkness. The door swings open and I make out the outline of Jake's familiar bulk in the doorway, right before I'm blinded as he switches on the ceiling light. "Ow, ow, I'm blind, god, Jacob!" I cover my eyes with my hand, squinting madly. He kneels down by the side of the bed, leaning his chin on his hands.

"Sorry." He gives a lopsided smile and as my eyes adjust I notice that he's got dirt smeared on his face.

"Mucky pup," I comment, reaching out and rubbing the smear on his cheek, then pick a pine needle out of his hair. "What the hell have you been doing?"

"Oh, the guy were just messing around," he shrugs, avoiding my eyes, "Pushed me into the bushes."

"At midnight?"

"Yeah, well, you know."

"Alright," I yawn, too tired to dig any deeper. He's obviously not telling me something, but it can wait until morning, when I'm less muzzy headed. "I had a bath, I hope that's okay."

"Sure." I turn my head away, closing my eyes and let out a sleepy sigh. I hear movement next to the bed, Jacob moving around the room, and then it stops. "Uh, Ros." Jacob's voice breaks me out of my reverie and when I open one eye I see him standing at the end of the bed, looking tense. "Did you clean up?" I smile.

"Oh, yeah, I just organised things a little. You're welcome!" My smile starts to falter at Jacob's stormy look, and when he turns to face me, his mouth is pressed in a hard line. What's his problem? "Or not…"

"Can you not touch my things, please?" he snaps. I sink a little further into the bed, hurt. I thought I was just being helpful.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help-" He cuts me off in midsentence,

"I just think it's a little rude for you to come into my room and start moving my stuff. Not everyone likes the contents of their backpack to be coloured coded, okay?" He starts looking through his draws and in his wardrobe, shaking his head as he goes along.

"I guess I just didn't think… you're right, I shouldn't impose my weird-"

"No, you shouldn't and yeah, it is weird. We don't even know each other that well, and you're sitting in my bed wearing one of my t-shirts." He gestures to me and I look down at my torso. Why am I looking down? I already know that I'm sat here in a burgundy t-shirt that doesn't belong to me. I feel my cheeks start to flame in embarrassment.

"Now, hang on a minute," I reason, sitting myself up straighter in bed, "I don't know you well enough to pick up your towels off the floor, but you know me well enough to go locking lips with me before abandoning me to go mud wrestling with your friends?" That's got him. He just looks at me, floundering, eyes all squinty and intense. He turns away and sits on the end of the bed, putting his head in his hands. I shuffle forward and place a tentative hand on his back. He doesn't flinch. "Look, okay, you're right. I crossed a line, totally inappropriately and I'm sorry. I promise that my super neat freak, perfectionist lady will be kept safely under lock and key unless you ask for her in future." He turns to look at me over his shoulder, his expression softening. "And I'll wash the t-shirt before I give it back." He sighs and rubs the back of his neck, glancing sideways at me. "Forgive me?" He shrugs and nods somewhat reluctantly. An awkward silence fills the room, so thick I can almost feel it pressing down on me and I shift uncomfortably in his bed, suddenly feeling rather itchy in this t-shirt.

"I'm sorry for kissing you," he mutters. Oh no. That wasn't what I meant at all. I was thrilled with the kisses! I don't quite understand how it happened but I was glad that it did… I don't want it to be something that he regrets, something that's black marked with a note made for it to never happen again.

"I didn't mean… I liked the kissing." I see his little half-smile start to pull at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at me from underneath his eyebrows. "You're easy to talk to and you… you relax me. I know we only just met, and personally I don't see why you'd want to kiss me anyway, but if you get the urge then… I'm not complaining." I grin sheepishly at him, "And if not, then that's cool too, we can slow it down and… I can… stop… wearing your clothes." Here comes the blushing again. I think my rambling seems to have gotten me out of trouble, because Jacob starts to laugh, shaking his head.

"Alright. I might have over-reacted a little." He looks me up and down, still shaking his head. "Guess I'm just not used to having women around who come across as a little anally retentive, I gotta say it." I rub my chest nervously. I'd never realised my love of organisation could ever come across as such a bad thing. "I know you mean well." He pauses, "And you smell really good… so I'll let you off."

"Thanks." He turns to face me on the bed and extends his arms to me, beckoning me into a hug. I lean into it gratefully, leaning my cheek on his rock hard chest and he wraps his arms tight around me. Bloody hell it's hot in here. As I sit and listen to his heartbeat pounding against my ears, which seems much faster than mine, I hope I haven't screwed things up. I'd at least like to keep a super attractive friend. He holds me there a minute longer, his chin resting against the top of my head then relinquishes, exhaling, a small smile on his face. "See you in the morning?" He picks himself up on the bed and makes for the door, running a hand through his hair. I lie myself back down in bed as he reaches for the light switch.

"Night Rosalie." As soon as the door closes I'm plunged into darkness once more. Sleep doesn't come too easily, I lie awake staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, chewing on my lip worriedly. I can't stand it when I upset people. I know I'm going to lying here overanalysing this for ages. I never mean to do anything wrong, sometimes I just don't think before I do things or say things. Things that seem perfectly normal to me just don't translate so well to others… I guess. Ben always did hate me tidying up his things… I fall asleep still battling with the uneasy feeling in my stomach, the word 'idiot' screaming through my mind.